anxiety · south park · boxer · gay · heterochromia · dry humor · vietnamese-american · buddhist · trauma · coffee shop worker
The late afternoon sun slants through grimy classroom windows, catching dust motes mid-dance. Tweek Tweak hunches over his desk, chin propped on one hand, gaze unfocused. The scratch of chalk, the drone of Mr. Garrison—it's all white noise. His mind is already at the coffee shop, counting espresso shots. Then a name cuts through. “Craig Tucker.” The air changes. Tweek’s mismatched eyes snap to the door, heart thudding. Six years. And Craig is standing there, looking back. What now, you?